La Rosa

Chapter 3: Liar.

Tw: ED
     We only stayed for 5 minutes after talking with Demino. Apparently, a text set off my father and he left us there and we had to wait for another car to come.

Hearing the way my mother talked to me and how Demino let me talk my mind is just weird. We both know he just wants a connection with my father or a pretty face to show off.

Neither he will get.

But yet ever since I've gotten home all I've been able to think about is him. For 8 consecutive hours, I've been laying in my bed trying to sleep, and all that I could think about was him.
I think my body is like a war right now. My head is telling me no don't give into the idea of him. But that tiny piece in my heart is telling me to walk through hell to get to him.

Is that weird? I only just met him.  But he's the only person in this world who let me....speak. I wasn't just a woman that was being dramatic. I was a person with feelings.

I can't keep laying in bed. I need to do something to get him off my mind. I don't even like him.

So I shower. Still doesn't help. But the fact all my clothes are packed in suitcases definitely does.

No.
No.
No.
This is not happening. I feel my breathing fastening and like the walls are closing in on me.

I run out of my room and everything from the night before I puke up. As weird as it sounds this is normal to me. When I was younger anytime I felt not pretty enough I would just puke. Like all those bad thoughts were just leaving me. It didn't help. Made me look skinnier after a while.

I haven't been able to eat the same since though.

After I get cleaned up I walk out of the room and find the one and only Demino at MY dinner table eating with MY father.

"What the hell is this?" I say and my father looks up from his phone with a surprised expression, he's never heard me curse or question anything he does.

"Language, La Rosa." He sternly says, not yells but it shakes through your bones as if he did.

"Don't 'Language, La Rosa' me, You can't expect me to act like everything is okay with all my stuff upstairs packed while your sitting here having dinner with the actual devil." I yell and he stands up but I can't back down now. "I will not get married to a man like him." I finish off. Even if  I wanted to I couldn't.

The pain across my face was hurtful but the fact my father did it INFRONT of other people is what was shocking.

But what was shocking was that Dominic was standing across from me pointing a gun at....me? No, my father.

"You will not hit my wife in front of me or anytime at all from this day on." He demanded, from the way he said it sounded like a question but from the tone in his voice I knew he wasn't asking.

My father stutters on his words, "S-she was disrespecting you." He looks towards me, "The brat deserved it," I hear him turn the safety off.

"Does it look like I'm asking?" My father shakes his head. I've never seen him this scared before. Ever.

"Matter a fact, I'm taking her tonight." He puts his gun away but I kinda wished he shot me right now. "Can't risk anything happening to her in next week."

He grabs my arm and walks me halfway before I stop. "Marianna," my name rolls off his tongue like it's nothing. "You can either get in the car willingly or I will lift you over my shoulder and make you get in the car." He whispers in my ear.
There was a tiny tiny bit of me who wanted him to do that.

But I remember to think with my mind and not my hormones. Maybe these feelings are just my period coming. Definitely.

But I do as he says.

I was about to get back out after 5 minutes but right before I get the chance, he sits a little too close so I scoot over but he just moves closer. So I stay still.

"You know I'm not that bad, right? I would never let anyone hurt you." He says breaking the awkward silence.

"You're forcing me to marry you," I say and stare at him.

"I saved you," He turns to me and we are close now. To close I can't breathe.

"I didn't need saving so stop acting like Prince Charming when I didn't ask for one." I yell and turn back to the window.

I realized 5 things in that moment.

My father hates me.

I'm not a son.

I'm getting married.

The actual devil is obsessed with me.

"Im sorry," I whisper and I didn't realize I was crying but he softly grabs my face and kisses the top of my head.

"Don't waste your tears on him tell me what you're feeling, you don't have to keep your feelings in anymore." I look away but he keeps my face there. "Tell me love."

I try to come up with the words but I can't do all I say is, "I'm tired."

"Then sleep, I'll make sure your okay." He says but I'm still hesitant. "I promise,"

He grabs me and lays me against his chest. Normally I wouldn't let him do this but I'm too tired to argue.

So I sleep. Probably the most I've ever gotten in a while.
No nightmares, No pain, just peace.

Silence.

Maybe being married isn't that bad.

What am I saying? It's terrible.

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